She is going to die, and I am mean to grudge her Harold's love, if that will make her happier.

Why does she go to the cottage so often, I wonder?
Is it to see him?
He would not like me to do that.

He was chagrined when I kissed him at Harvard.

But, then, he does not love me, and he does Maude; but he _must_ see me graduate.
I'll write and tell him so.

That, surely, will not be "throwing myself at his head;"' and seizing her pen, Jerrie wrote, rapidly and excitedly: 'DEAR HAROLD: I have just heard from Maude, who says there is a possibility that you will not come to Vassar; but I shall be so disappointed if you do not.